Mike Malloy Comedy Hour
Mar. 19th, 2009 09:35 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
napoleonherselfHere in Madison, we have a liberal talk radio station called the Mike. We like to tune in to the Mike Malloy Comedy Hour, which is what we call Malloy's 8-11 block. We've decided that he's either drunk or stoned for every show; you could make a drinking game out of how many times he either goes silent for five seconds, mutters "Jesus, God!" and then goes silent for five seconds, or utters the term "Bush crime family". He is possibly the world's finest comedian, although he has no idea that this is true.
Just now, at 9:30 Madison time, we were listening to the music he had playing himself back in on from commercial. I wasn't entirely paying attention, and I don't know if mecha was either, but about ten seconds after the fact, we realized that said music was not the radio edit of the song in question. "...did I just hear the S-word?" I asked mecha. He replied in the affirmative. Hey, Mikey! You're on regular broadcast radio and it ain't Safe Harbor in all your markets yet!
Suddenly, the Mike cut back to commercial, right in the middle of the playing-back-in music. We laughed. The commercial ended, and nothing took its place. And nothing. And nothing. Three minutes of silence -- I counted. Doubtless, that was when stations all over the country, including the Mike, were calling in to yell at Malloy. We laughed some more.
Then they cut back in to his conversation with a caller, already in progress, so I guess he hasn't gotten himself yanked yet. But it was still hilarious.
Thank you, Mike Malloy. You continue to delight us with your own special brand of comedy.
Just now, at 9:30 Madison time, we were listening to the music he had playing himself back in on from commercial. I wasn't entirely paying attention, and I don't know if mecha was either, but about ten seconds after the fact, we realized that said music was not the radio edit of the song in question. "...did I just hear the S-word?" I asked mecha. He replied in the affirmative. Hey, Mikey! You're on regular broadcast radio and it ain't Safe Harbor in all your markets yet!
Suddenly, the Mike cut back to commercial, right in the middle of the playing-back-in music. We laughed. The commercial ended, and nothing took its place. And nothing. And nothing. Three minutes of silence -- I counted. Doubtless, that was when stations all over the country, including the Mike, were calling in to yell at Malloy. We laughed some more.
Then they cut back in to his conversation with a caller, already in progress, so I guess he hasn't gotten himself yanked yet. But it was still hilarious.
Thank you, Mike Malloy. You continue to delight us with your own special brand of comedy.
